The Beautiful, Strong Master and His Tragic Puppy

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[Compassionate Immortal Patriarch x Sharp-tongued, Tsundere Sword Immortal]

The Star Pavilion was destroyed, leaving behind only a prophecy passed down to the mortal world.

"The Sword Immortal will destroy the world. The Immortal Patriarch will fall."

Overnight, the Immortal Patriarch's disciple, born with the bones of a sword, became the prophesied destroyer of worlds.

And Fu Qing became the villain in the eyes of all living beings, accused of destroying the world and murdering his master.

"I've forgotten who I am, but I remember you."

For those words alone, the Immortal Patriarch, who had refused to look upon the future, removed the white veil covering his eyes, just to glimpse the future of the person before him.

Romance-focused synopsis:

Fu Qing was born in the chaotic era when immortals and demons first split apart. With no family, he could only wait to die in the mortal world.

Until one day, he met an immortal. The young immortal beside him said that this was the Immortal Patriarch.

That day was the beginning of Fu Qing's life.

The Immortal Patriarch, who was said to have created the realms of immortals and demons, became his master.

Red-feather earrings hear the sounds of the world, while the Immortal Patriarch's divine eye glimpses the future.

He wrote his master's name on paper again and again. His mind was filled with thoughts of the immortal whose eyes were covered by a white veil.

He wanted to lift that veil and kiss his master's eyes.

But he could only bury all his love deep in his heart.

His little thoughts, however, were plain for all his fellow disciples to see.

His junior disciple's sharp take: What a beast, plotting something so improper. Poor Master has no idea what's going on.

Fu Qing immediately rolled one of his junior disciples into a ball and tossed him out of Lihen Heaven. See you never!

The junior disciple had another sharp take: You got exposed and now you're embarrassed and angry. Damn it, even I can't speak the truth as your junior brother.

Fu Qing decided to throw him even farther away.

Until one day, the words "The Sword Immortal calls his master his wife in front of a mirror" reached the Immortal Patriarch's ears...

Then one day, his master suddenly pinned him against a wall and gripped him by the throat. As he struggled to breathe, their lips met and their breaths mingled.

It was desire with nowhere to go.

Fu Qing: I don't dare say anything or move. Is this person even my master?!

Reader's guide:

1. The sharp-tongued junior disciple in the synopsis is the male lead of another novel on my page. If you're interested, go check it out. This story will have a follow-up featuring him.

2. As for the writing style, every author writes differently. I like straightforward prose that's light and funny. As long as I can tell the story clearly, I'm happy. If you prefer a more refined, classical style, this story probably isn't for you, haha.

3. Master can see! There's a reason for the veil over his eyes, and I'll explain it later.

Next up: Ghostly Union

Jian Heng died.

He gave up the Taiyi Temple and half the Jian family's fortune. He kept himself afloat by taking jobs on metaphysical forums, yet was still betrayed and killed by his half-brother.

Only when the dagger pierced his heart did he understand: as long as he was alive, Qin Shu would forever be an illegitimate son living in his shadow. He had thought that yielding would bring peace.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back one year earlier.

Since his kindness had raised an ungrateful wretch, he had no qualms about sending that useless brat to hell with his own hands.

He drew a blood offering and sketched an extremely vicious, murderous formation from an ancient text, all to summon the "Evil God" said to have been sealed by the patriarchs of the ten directions.

The metaphysical world needed a shake-up.

He fed it his blood.

But gradually, it seemed to want more than just to suck on his palm.

One day, he took out a small knife to cut his palm. A hand, cold as ice, suddenly seized his wrist.

An ancient book was slapped down in front of him.

Jian Heng's eyes widened when he read the words on the page:

"To feed a ghostly servant, you must mate with it."

Three hours later, Jian Heng opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He tried to push away the "ghostly servant" moving on top of him, but he didn't have the strength.

How had he agreed to this after that guy kept pestering him?

#What do you do when the vicious dog you've been raising turns on you?

Kindness gets you screwed, and a soft heart turns you gay.

Modern supernatural fantasy / Reborn revenge / Mutual salvation, in a dark version

[Beautiful, strong, tragic, sharp-tongued Taoist bottom x Imaginative evil spirit top]

Good Samaritan Mr. Jian vs. lawless troublemaker Yin So-and-so

Reader's guide:

1. Ensemble cast. Neither the main group nor the villains are good people.

2. Everyone is beautiful, strong, and tragic! Beautiful, strong, and tragic! Beautiful, strong, and tragic! There will be some angst, but even characters who bottle everything up won't suffer too much. Your mileage may vary, but there won't be angst in the romance between the leads.

3. This story is all made up. There's a reason the bottom can release the top. Happy ending.

4. A cheating dad, a dead mom, a sinister younger brother, and a broken him. Click to bookmark and watch Xiao Heng beat the ungrateful wretch to death.

Here's an upcoming infinite-flow novel, Kill That NPC.

[Scheming, sharp-tongued sickly beauty x Self-deluding inspector]

"Don't point that pitch-black muzzle at me, officer."

After a car accident, He Ming was caught up in a plague game called Nightmare Script-Killing.

It seemed that anyone who came into contact with him would get dragged into the game, so the Crisis Monitoring Bureau came looking for him.

Just after Li Chuan's vacation ended, the bureau's headquarters summoned him back. As soon as he returned, he was assigned a special mission:

keep a close eye on a frail, sickly man who couldn't stop taking medication.

"Number 427, Danger Level Five. I'm Li Chuan, Inspector 093 of the Crisis Monitoring Bureau. From now on, I'll be monitoring you around the clock."

He Ming didn't care. He only felt sorry for the poor little unlucky guy.

Sure enough, the seemingly straightforward inspector was dragged into the game too.

Every instance in this game has different rules.

Have you played murder-mystery games? A certain popular mobile game? Escape rooms?

Well, it has a bit of all of them.

But the goal isn't to win. It's to survive these man-eating instances, because even if you win, you might not make it out alive.

First instance: The Library's Eighteenth Floor

An elevator that never reaches the eighteenth floor, a librarian burned to a crisp, a grotesque monster crawling out of the restroom, a library shaped like a coffin, and a humanities section that no one can escape...

Where is the library's eighteenth floor? Is it really the exit?

His teammates roared, "He Ming, I [censored] you, you [censored] [censored]! You unlucky [censored]! I can't believe I got stuck with a [censored] like you!"

[System prompt: Player He Ming used a profanity censor card.]

His teammates turned into telegraph machines.

Li Chuan's perspective: I was just coming in for my shift! How did this turn into a fight for our lives?!

"How close does 'close monitoring' mean?" He Ming stepped closer, pressed against the folder, close enough that Li Chuan could feel his warm breath.

Li Chuan: H-he's standing so close! No way, no way! Does he like men?! I'm not married, don't have kids, and nobody's nagging me to get married, but I'm straighter than a steel bar made in China!

Later: If it's him... maybe I wouldn't mind!

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"Kill me, and you'll win."

Theme: For the sake of peace!